I cannot tell you now; When the wind's drive and whirl Blow me along no longer, And the wind's a whisper at last -- Maybe I'll tell you then -- some other time. When the rose's flash to the sunset Reels to the wrack and the twist, And the rose is a red bygone, When the face I love is going And the gate to the end shall clang, And it's no use to beckon or say, "So long" -- Maybe I'll tell you then -- some other time. I never knew any more beautiful than you: I have hunted you under my thoughts, I have broken down under the wind And into the roses looking for you. I shall never find any greater than you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RUGBY CHAPEL by MATTHEW ARNOLD EACH IN HIS OWN TONGUE by WILLIAM HERBERT CARRUTH ON THE BUILDING OF SPRINGFIELD by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE FIRST VOYAGE OF COLUMBUS by JOANNA BAILLIE LINES ON THE DEATH OF PHILIP MEADOWS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |